Chapter 592:
Rylie cast a brief glance at Brad before crossing the room and lowering herself into a chair. “What’s going on?”
Dottie shifted uneasily, her gaze flicking between the two of them as though sensing a current she couldn’t quite name. Still, she pressed on. “Mr. Morgan has asked me to allocate the Snow Mint yield for the next six months to his team.”
Rylie’s eyes narrowed, her voice edged with steel. “This land is under my lease. Every leaf of Snow Mint grown here belongs to me. Are you trying to strip me of my own business?”
Dottie quickly interjected, “Yes, that’s correct, Miss Owen has leased this entire stretch of land.”
Before Rylie arrived, Dottie might have overlooked the fact that the lease was solely in her name. She had even told Brad that the “Snow Mint” crop was under contract with Aetheris Pharmacy. But now everything had fallen into place.
Brad realized that Rylie was the owner of Aetheris Pharmacy.
He regarded her with a steady look. “It’s meant as preparation for an impending conflict.”
Rylie stilled for a moment, her expression tightening. “Conflict?”
Brad said, “It has to do with military secrets.”
Rylie paused for a few seconds. “Is it about the oil field conflict? That battle never actually took place.”
She tried pressing for more, but he didn’t give her a straight answer. He was tied up in talks with aging military advisors from the presidential office, and he couldn’t reveal much. Sharing too much could draw danger her way. “This is serious, or I wouldn’t have mentioned it, ‘Healing Hand.'” Only one person stood behind Aetheris Pharmacy.
As someone known in the shadows of the dark web and in the medical field, her name carried weight. She was only in her early twenties. What else was she hiding?
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Rylie lifted the document from the table and skimmed through it. Her gaze stopped at the final figure, and she arched her brows. “The presidential office is ready to pay quite a bit.”
She spread her hands, asking for a pen to close the deal. “It can be done. For the next six months, you can have the Snow Mint, and I’ll provide two-thirds of the Snow Mint. The rest stays in my pharmacy. You’ve got battles waiting. I’ve got patients to heal.”
Brad said, “Alright.”
Sensing the tension between them, Melany turned to the cloudy sky outside the window. She remembered the storm that was supposed to roll in tonight. Looking back at them, she said, “Rylie, Mr. Morgan, why don’t you stay for dinner before heading out? Rylie, I also need you to check my designs! I’ve got so many ideas to show you.”
She nodded. “Alright.”
Brad watched her rise and trail after Melany into the other room, not sparing him a glance. The weight of it pressed on him. Dottie asked carefully, “Mr. Morgan, would you like to join us for dinner? I’ve already set the table.”
He nodded. “I’d be glad to.”
Dottie’s smile warmed.
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